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fuck-customers · 1 year ago

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[LONG POST...sorry. 🥲]

This is a fuck management post.

I was a manager at a HUGE, multi-level, well-known retail store that was closing stores all around the US & currently only has 3 stores left in 2023 (thank fuck; they don't deserve to exist with their employee policies 🖕🏻 iykyk).

I had to open the store at 5am, so I had to get behind the wheel around 4:20ishAM coz of big city traffic, etc.

Around 4:35-4:40AM-ish (I think; maybe not, but I'm p sure), just to illustrate how close I was, I was coming up to the light which was the left turn across a bunch of lanes to get onto a side road that was parallel to the road to the highway. This side road had a right turn *immediately* into the plaza to the store. I was literally *RIGHT. THERE.* I COULD SEE THE STORE FROM THE LIGHT!

...And I got into an accident.

A bad one. I totaled my car. Like, half of my car looked like a compressed slinky toy. I had to be pulled out of my window. Ironically, the other car only had one, tiny scratch of my cars paint on it. Lmao. 💀

A police car was right across the road & saw, so they popped over & called it in.

I called my manager from the ambulance. The EMTs said the other person was fine, but could go to the hospital if they felt like it for reassurance. She chose not to. I was relieved, coz I had been worried about her & she refused to speak to me when I asked her if she was okay several times... 🥲 They told me I had to go to the hospital & put a c-spine collar on me just in case (nothing serious; just a precaution).

So it's now 4:55-5AM-ish & I panic-call my boss while I am in the ambulance on the way to the hospital coz I was the only one opening the store & it should be opened & cashiers should already have their tills & such right about now!

I tell her I got into an accident at said light & my car is totaled & I'm in an ambulance on the way to [x] hospital.

She pauses for what felt like an hour, but was probs only a few seconds, then says in the most annoyed tone, "Soooo... are you not gonna be able to open the store, then?"

I was kinda shook. I have been in the position of needing to fill shifts when people call out. I know it's stressful. Espec in tight spots like this where one person is doing a lot & others jobs depend on that person doing those things & you have to replace the person doing those things. I GET IT. But there wasn't even stress in her voice; just annoyance.

Me: "No... No, I'm going to the hospital. I'm sorry."

Her, more annoyed: "And you're not coming in after getting checked?"

Me, trying to hide my disbelief: "...no. I'm sorry."

I heard her sigh in even MORE annoyance & make the "ugh" noise away from the phone. Then she paused for a bit before taking a deep breath & saying, "Okay." & quickly hanging up before I could say anything back.

Let's jump ahead a tiny bit.

It was christmas season. At this chain, you were allowed 3 absences per year, doctors notes included. Even if you had doctors notes past those three, it didn't matter. 3 was the limit. Then you're fired. I mean, it's unofficial. But everyone knows & you are explicitly told & drilled on that on your first day that 3 is the limit, regardless of dr's notes or medical conditions or whatever you're going through. And since I was in Florida, an "at will" state, they do not have to tell you why they're firing you. And if they don't specify, you can't take them to court over anything unreasonable or not in the contract you signed.

Regarding my own 3 absences, my first was taken by me being sick with bronchitis. My 2nd was forced on me. I still had a bronchial cough, but was not contagious thanks to meds, the one sick day & consecutive days scheduled off. The manager above me still told me I needed to go home because it would "scare customers". (This was MANY years before covid, mind you.) My third absence was this car crash.

I figured as soon as they saw pics of the car crash, they would understand. I literally had no choice. They were human beings & could make exceptions for more extreme circumstances. The ER dr gave me a note, personalized with a brief explanation of my injuries & that I would have been unable to be at work or perform my tasks with the injuries I had so my manager would understand, since they never took me seriously.

Surprisingly, they didn't fire me. I was shocked. But what I didn't take into account was the fact it was leading into December. I have worked MANY retail jobs & if you have, too, you know leading up to Christmas for retail is... hell. All hands on deck. Idky I didn't think about that. Ig I was just so relieved to have my job still.

I got through Christmas & worked as hard as I could, trying to make up for the car crash incident.

But then New Years came.

I worked my ENTIRE shift on New Years without anything being abnormal... only to go put my till up in the back to be counted an hour before close, coz I wasn't closing manager, & I got stopped before walking out of the back room by one of the managers above me. They told me to follow them to HR. I immediately thought I was in trouble with HR & someone had filed a complaint about something, but I couldn't think for the life of me anything I could have done over the ENTIRE TIME I had worked there.

There were 3 of them in there. 2 of the upper management (one that worked the floor near me that I knew well & another that worked in another department that I didn't know too well) & HR. I didn't know HR at all (only met her maybe twice), but those 2 managers had tormented me the entire time I had worked there.

They told me to sit down. And they fired me in the most humiliating way possible with no hesitation. Granted, I had had a TON of retail jobs & animal-related jobs (ie: grooming) prior to this & this was my first time (and last, so far) ever being fired so I didn't (and still don't) really know what is "normal" for bosses to say to me when I'm fired, so maybe this was a normal firing for someone like me, but in that one experience, it FELT absolutely humiliating.

They said something at the end when I was walking out the door, half-trying to mock-make me feel better & half outwardly mocking my intelligence, saying, "Don't worry! I'm sure you'll go on to do....... well, you'll go on!" And they all laughed. (He was about to say "great things" & made his retracting those two words VERY purposeful & evident.) As I turned back around to continue leaving, they said something a little hushed, while looking towards me, as I stepped fully out the door. As I started to turn into the corridor, they all three BURST out laughing VERY loudly, as if at a club with loud music. Then they started talking amongst themselves. About me. I was down the hall, so I couldn't hear what they were saying... just my name & laughter. Over & over between unintelligible words until their voices receded entirely as I grabbed my bag & ran to my car, not saying goodbye to anyone.

Mind you, in regards to them making the mocking "you'll go on!" comment, I'm actually a medical student. I'm *book* smart; I'm not *common sense* smart. I say this ...gently... coz it wasn't my first choice & I only did it after over a few months of being there & really realizing this was happening after being stopped every few sentences & asked "what?/what does that mean?" or "are you making words up again?/you made that word up! [laughs]". But I did have to actively "dumb down" my vocab, so to speak, (idk a better way to put that ugh sorry. That sounds so gross) when I went to work because my coworkers never understood the normal way I talk with my normal words, except 2 of them, so they probably thought that was how I normally spoke, too. They were all VERY common sense "smart" & I am VERY common sense, er, "dumb" lol... So we definitely were different types of intelligent. I think all of that combined made them think I wasn't ANY type of intelligent & they belittled me *a lot* for that, since a lot of retail is common sense related. There are SO many different types of intelligence & it was painful to just be stuck in one box every single day & belittled & tormented for not being *that* type of intelligent while being surrounded by everyone who is exactly that.

But lo & behold, getting fired was actually the biggest blessing ever, as that was the most toxic environment I have EVER worked in (all of this just scrapes the surface; this place even drove me to an unaliving attempt once & I would be SHOCKED if I were the only one who was a victim of company policies and the way they were enforced in this way). On top of that, the store was one of many that were in another wave of mass closures across the US shortly after I left. It also allowed me to finally see that I was in an abusive situation with my ex-fiance & get the strength to leave him. So it was one of those really great things disguised as a bad thing lol. Me being with my ex explained why I was putting up with what I was putting up with at work, as I normally have a very loud, dominant personality & I *never* let people walk all over me or say shit without my voice being heard. ESPEC not shit like THEY were saying. I was the exact opposite person when I lived with my ex... so it makes sense that I wasn't myself at work, either, & didn't stand up for myself like normal.

But regardless...!

Fuck that one manager on the phone for being annoyed at me that I couldn't open the store bc I had to go to the hospital after a completely accidental car crash.

FUCK *ALL* the managers at that store, which doesn't exist anymore, for tormenting & belittling me the ENTIRE time I was there.

Fuck the company itself for the ridiculous amount of unrealistic policies they hold their employees to, including 3 sick days a year with no dr notes allowed.

BLESS tf outta the cashiers, coz they were the best ever & put up with such intense rules & bs from the company itself, not even mentioning management above me. Cashiers were the real heros of this store & company in general. 💙

But also? Fuck me for putting up with everything I did put up with. 🥲 Lol.

#tw #trigger warning #submissions #fuck customers #cashier problems #happy ending #fuck co-workers #fuck retail #embarrassing #server problems #call center problems #fuck coworkers #fuck managers #retail justice #retail law #tw:

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 2 years ago

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Who Let Us Have A Group Chat?

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,424

Summary: The mystery of the disappearing plushie.

Warnings: Cursing, Violence (mentioned), Panic Attacks (mentioned), Death (mentioned), Caps, Therapy (because they all need it), Fighting (mentioned only), Age Regression, Give Moon His Bagel 2k23, let me know if I should add anything else.

Chapter 3: Who Stole The Plushie?

3:40am Who Took My Hat?

Eclipse: Can I PLEASE have Element back?

Blood Moon: For the last time, I don’t have Element!

Harvest Moon: Eclipse, we don’t know where Element is, please just exist without her for like an hour so we can find her.

Eclipse: I’m asking nicely! I know someone took her! I want her back!

Heliosphere: Eclipse, nobody has Element.

Bolide: I don’t even know what that is but no, I don’t have it.

Lunar: Do I have to kick all of your asses this morning or are you going to shut up?

Kill Code: Sons, what’s wrong?

Moon: Why are you all up at 4 in the morning?

Sun: djfnskdofnf

Lunar: Why are you up at 4 in the morning, Moon, ignoring your panic attacks again?

Moon: …yes

Lunar: Get the hell in here.

Kill Code: Sons, what happened?

Eclipse: I can’t find Element.

Kill Code: Which one of you took Element?

Blood Moon: None of us did. Bo doesn’t even know what Element is.

Kill Code: Go ahead and check that rancid little human.

4:01am Who Took My Hat?

Harvest Moon: elementgettingsquishedtoplushydeath.jpg

Harvest Moon: Trash Man took her and hid her in the basement. Bloody is ripping him limb from limb again.

Kill Code: Good to know your brother will still commit murder for his siblings on occasion. Now, get some sleep, my children.

Harvest Moon: Eclipse is already asleep. Fell asleep right after the picture.

Kill Code: Good, take his lead.

Sun: sola!!@:!&”/389bckkowoxb;?£{*•|?=**#%7739 f

8:45am Who Took My Hat?

Sun: Why does he have a stuffed bear?

Kill Code: He wanted one.

Moon: Sun, you can’t just ask people why they have a plushie.

Sun: It’s weird!

Lunar: I own plushies. Am I weird?

Sun: That’s different, you don’t refuse to sleep if you don’t have them.

Lunar: Yes I do, I make sure they’re all there before I go to bed and designate one for the night to sleep with. My plushies get very cared for. I don't go to sleep unless I can find them all.

Moon: Sun, I still sleep with that plush possum. I still can’t sleep without Puck.

Kill Code: Sun, I’ve seen that you have plushies in your room.

Sun: Listen, this is different.

Moon: Because it’s Eclipse?

Sun: Fine, yes. Because it’s Eclipse.

Lunar: To be very fair, Eclipse has had Element since me and him took over. Maybe before that even. Element has been with him longer than I have. He literally can’t sleep without her. He used one of Moon’s old machines that makes her glow in the dark and he cried the one time we couldn’t find her.

Moon: See? He clearly has an emotional attachment to Element. Ain’t nothing wrong with that. Same as me and Puck or Lunar and Lord Luminescence the Eleventh of Love Kingdom.

Lunar: Just call him Lumi.

Moon: But the full name is so much better.

Lunar: I call him Lumi.

Moon: Alas

Eclipse: Element is weird?

Moon: No, she isn’t.

Eclipse: Sunny said so.

Kill Code: Son, having Element isn’t weird, she’s healthy for you.

Bolide: Father Alert, Father Alert! We need Dad, he’s crying!

Kill Code: Pay in coffee?

Moon: And a bagel. And coffee cake. For disturbing my late-night panic attack party with Puck last night.

Kill Code: Consider it done.

Moon: Bacon and egg bagel, no cheese, can’t eat dairy.

Kill Code: You severely need to fix our lactose intolerance, Moon.

Moon: Why? I hate dairy anyway.

Kill Code: You cried over not being able to eat ice cream yesterday because you couldn’t find any that were nondairy.

Moon: Leave my mental breakdown out of this.

Kill Code: No, talk about your damn issues.

Moon: Maybe once I’m dead and haunting my brothers, maybe then I’ll talk about my mental health issues.

Harvest Moon: Brother is happy once again.

Kill Code: Moon, I will buy you nondairy ice cream if you just talk about your mental health, please.

Sun: I want to talk about my mental health!

Kill Code: We know, Sun.

Sun: I’m sad.

Kill Code: We know, Sun. I’m scheduling both of you therapy appointments.

Moon: You are not scheduling me therapy.

Kill Code: Then why am I talking to a therapist’s office right now?

Moon: DO NOT

Kill Code: Your therapy is scheduled. I’m not telling you when.

Moon: Gooooooooooood DAMMIT

Kill Code: Sun, go to this address today at five.

Kill Code has dropped a location

Kill Code: Same therapy office as Eclipse’s therapist.

Lunar: Wait, that’s my therapist’s office.

Eclipse: Do you go to Dr. Leeson?

Lunar: No, Dr. Marin

Eclipse: Lunar, Dr. Leeson and Dr. Marin are married.

Lunar: Oh. Do you think they talk about us?

Eclipse: Absolutely. Probably not with names or anything but probably yeah. Probably ask each other how they got the abused and abuser in their offices.

Lunar: What time is your therapy usually at?

Eclipse: Mondays at ten in the morning.

Lunar: See, that’s why we miss each other. I’m Wednesdays at one.

Eclipse: Which means they probably talk about us on Thursdays like ‘you hear the trauma of the week from the those brothers?’

Lunar: ‘yeah, the younger one said he hid in playhouses’

Eclipse: ‘the older one says he cries more than he laughs. he hides in closets. I can’t figure out why for the life of me.’

Blood Moon: I visit Dr. Pierce every couple weeks because Dad wants “mental health checks”

Harvest Moon: Dr. Pierce is scared of you.

Blood Moon: Hey, Dr. Ryans is scared of you too.

Harvest Moon: Dr. Ryans is scared of the things I tell him.

Heliosphere: Why are me and Bo not in therapy?

Kill Code: Do you two have anything therapy-worthy?

Bolide: Not really, no.

Kill Code: That’s why.

Moon: Why can’t I know when my therapy is?

Kill Code: You’ll evade it.

Moon: You make a good point, can’t argue with that.

Sun: I’ll bite, why does Eclipse have a plushie?

Eclipse: Because I love her?

Sun: Yes, but why??

Eclipse: Because she loves me??

Sun: Plushies are incapable of love.

Moon: Sun

Eclipse: Element is my best friend. Ellie has loved me since I found her and I loved her back.

Sun: Plushies aren’t sentient, Eclipse. She doesn’t love you.

Blood Moon: Sun man

Eclipse: She does love me!

Sun: No she doesn’t, Eclipse.

Harvest Moon: Sunny

Kill Code: Sun.

Eclipse: Well at least Element has never abandoned me like everyone else!

Harvest Moon: Big drop.

Kill Code: Sunrise, shut up.

Sun: What?

Blood Moon: LET ME FIGHT THE SUN

Heliosphere: Sun, that was mean

Bolide: Yeah, Sunny.

Sun: What even happened? I just told him plushies can’t love?

Moon: Sun, you done fucked up.

Sun: Why?

Moon: How do I put this delicately so you don’t get upset in therapy later and the therapists don't figure out they have a fifth sibling?

Moon: Um…know how a couple of the teenagers need to be in the play area when they’re in the daycare because they regress?

Sun: Yes, Rei and Adalyn.

Moon: And you understand regression?

Sun: Obviously.

Sun: oh

Sun: OH FUCK ECLIPSE IM SORRY

Kill Code: He says thank you.

Harvest Moon: No he said ‘tank ooo sunny’

Sun: Oh my god

Lunar: I want this recorded, this has to be adorable. Finally a chance to see him vulnerable.

Kill Code: eclipsebeingadorable.vid

[video transcription] Kill Code: Come on, son, can you say hi to your brothers?

Eclipse: I love Babas.

Kill Code: Can you say hi to Sun and Lunar?

Eclipse: I love you Sunny and LuLu!

Kill Code: Gonna show them Element?

Eclipse: I gots Ellie! Mine!

Kill Code: Yes she is yours, isn’t she? The she takes care of you when nobody else is home, right?

Eclipse: Bee! Paci! Paci! Das mine!

[Blood Moon shows up behind Eclipse lightly biting an orange and black paci’s black lanyard with pumpkins on it]

Blood Moon: Oh, is it now?

Eclipse: *giggling* Das mine!

Blood Moon: Oh okay, fine, but only because you’re so cute.

[Blood Moon hands him the pacifier and rests his head on Eclipse’s shoulder while Eclipse happily puts his paci in his mouth and leans against him]

Kill Code: All better now, son?

Eclipse: I bettew.

Kill Code: Okay, good. [transcription end]

Lunar: God, why is that cute?

Sun: This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen?

Moon: Yep, it’s cute to witness. Cute enough to wait for my bagel.

Kill Code: Shit, I forgot your fucking bagel.

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desceros · 10 months ago

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So I'm this anon... (And this is gonna be long and a little sappy because it's like 4:40am-ish as I'm writing this, I'm so sorry, I wouldn't have the confidence otherwise):

"I gotta know, gotta ask- HOW do you write the way that you do?? How does one get to that point? I've been wanting to write fanfics for awhile now, but I don't know where to start, and just... do you have any advice at all for beginners? Because you're like... really good at what you do!!"

-Except I finally made a blog to keep my interests anonymous, and while I feel scared still (I am like... an overly ashamed person over interests and such), I want to get over it.

Just wanted to say that like... I had already liked your writing before, but I had been trying to stay away from Symphony at least until there was more written... I caved and read it all today because of the asks you've been getting, finishing up just like thirty minutes ago at 4:30am because restless nights. And I just wanna say that like... the feelings I'm having right now are certified crazy. I feel empty but like... so, so full all at once?? I spent the last few chapters of reading crying (So much so that I had to stop a few times just to see), only to realize that I was picturing everything in my head that I was reading. Vividly, or as much so as I can, with my imagination being more... vibes than anything, anymore. Like, settings and everything are easy. Feelings like rain and stuff too. But I haven't been able to picture things this vividly, haven't been able to focus so intently on reading and just reading... since early high school at the least?? Well over five years ago. It's a feeling that I've craved desperately, to sink into a different world and just exist there... and it's not the same that it used to be, but it made me cry all the same, to have even a fraction of that feeling back.

And I mean, a lot can be said about me as a person that a fucking tmnt fanfic (More like a few tmnt fanfics) gets me back into a headspace that I've been chasing for literal, actual years, but I think it's more an indicator of the intensity and thought behind your writing than anything. It feels silly, but like... reading what you write feels like a gift to me, just for the fact that I can get even a slight bit of the magic of reading back, something I have truly, wholly missed for so long. Even more so because I want to write again, to finally, actually write- Which... I mean it's the internet and I'm not gonna trauma dump, just... It's important for me to say, important to me that I specify. I've lost these feelings, the ability to focus on reading, and been unable to write, among other things, due to a lot of trauma. And the fact that I'm getting this back almost solely because of you, it means so much to me, and it wouldn't feel right not to say it.

As silly and cheesy and sappy as it feels... just... genuinely thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart, for being so unafraid to be yourself and do what you do, pouring so much time and thought into the things you enjoy. It really, truly inspires others to do the same, and it inspires me to be less shameful, less apologetic about myself and my interests, and more brave. I'm gonna wrap this up before I write you a fucking novel though (Especially because it's past 5am as I'm wrapping this up, and I'm not doing so well- definitely didn't spend 30 minutes on this...), just like... I don't know. I had to get this out of my system. You're great, super, super great. I'm afraid I haven't articulated my thoughts well enough, but if I mull them over forever, I'll get too scared to send this. And if I start writing again, when I start writing again because damn it I will, I want you to know it's almost singlehandedly thanks to you, as well as the rest of the lovely tmnt fandom.

(Again I'm so, so sorry for the length and sappiness omg I swear I have a sense of shame and will be embarrassed after adequate rest... Gonna go hide in my hole now)

puts my hands on your shoulders. looks you in the eyes. i am. So Proud Of You.

first. let me say that i am really. just insanely aware that admitting that youve been in a dark place and moving out of it is a difficult, difficult thing to talk about. it’s a difficult place to be. it’s like. an advanced performance of humanity in a way. reaching into your own brain and scooping out the parts that don’t make you happy anymore. it’s so. so hard. important. valuable. life-changing. but hard.

and i’m proud of you for doing it. i’m?? so amazingly touched??? to know that i had any hand in that. holy shit. sick. but my part in this is small, even if it doesn’t feel that way to you right now. you’re the one doing all the hard, difficult work. and i’m rooting for you!!!

i know there’s a lot of stigma against ‘trauma dumping’ and for good reason. but i also think it’s important to be able to open yourself up and discuss the vulnerabilities you feel. that’s how humans are meant to heal our souls. with one another, hand in hand. i hope sending this made you feel better. i hope reading my response will make you feel better. i hope you are able to find that place of healing. i’ve been there myself and it’s—it’s nice. being able to feel things again.

be unashamed. be unafraid. let your heart grasp the things that bring you joy. write the things that make you happy. chase your light and bottle it for the days when things feel dark again.

thank you so much for such a lovely ask. it really made my day and brought me so much joy and happiness. may that now turn upon you threefold 🌸

#ask tag #onion air floating around……….

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crater-lake · 2 years ago

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I cannot sleep. I want to write this in another language but at least right now it would hinder me too much since it's 2:40am, March 1st.

I am choosing to not give the anxiety a voice right now. I am deciding to talk instead towards it. That the present exists and I am in it and it cannot hurt me in the way it think it may. I am safely enveloped in my life. People depend on me and i them.

And I think, he was in my bed, right next to me, even after all of that time. And I think, two months have already passed since then. In my head, I imagined myself above the agony. I flattened myself into a disc and tried to see if I could hear something new.

Perception changes things. In particle physics, one cannot know both the speed and location of a particle (Heisenbergs Uncertainty Principle.) Photons behave differently depending on how you observe them. So I will be me watching myself from the inside out. Or let's trade eyes and disappear.

I sometimes wonder if (thought is gone). I sometimes wonder if staying up this late is an unconscious form of self sabotage. Since I work in 4 hours. I'll pretend it's fine right now. Let's all practice not concerning ourselves over the exact eclipse of becoming unconscious, when falling asleep. Though I have caught myself sliding under.

You think and think. Like last night, I considered the SAT score ranges and how they feel like colors a little, and then there were clocks and other things molding together. The lack of context is the slide. I was wondering where the information was coming from. If I focus really hard, I can hear my day broadcasted in my own thoughts like a radio station. I often consider starting a note of mind activities to aid in falling asleep, which I haven't done. I am considering my language as I emit myself into this text. In High School, I sounded extremely 16, like, the words sagged with it. I hope it's the same now too. It's affirming to be a changing thing when I am lucky.

Class on how to not remember everything. Class on what his lips felt like on my chest and what faith looks like without a God and how to open doors. What is a door? How to not remember everything. Class on remembering some stuff. Class on the past is real. Class for putting your past in a compost. Class for bigger and better words. Documentary on how to eliminate tense. How to make "I"'big enough for one anxiety induced night.

Before I sleep, I think I will think about telekinesis to fall asleep. Or other magic.

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doublegoblin · 2 years ago

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Cavern Chronology Log: 4

[Good afternoon everyone, I wish to extend an invitation to you all to welcome our newest member. They will be starting immediately. V they will be under your direct order. As of now they have been given the temporary calling card of Epsilon. So please be courteous and understanding during this adjustment period. Epsilon, on behalf of the group, welcome. -T]

***

[You have been added to Team V]

Sent at: 08:27AM 1/1/19

[V] Hey there! Welcome to the crew!

Sent at: 08:28AM 1/1/19

[Rico] Ahoy matey! Are ye ready tah set sail?

Sent at: 08:28AM 1/1/19

[V] Rico, please be a little more professional…at least around the newbie.

Sent at 08:28AM: 1/1/19

[Rico] Oh come on V! I thought you said we didn’t have to be all stuffy here.

Sent at: 08:29AM 1/1/19

[V] Normally yeah, but this is kind of a special circumstance.

Sent at: 08:29AM 1/1/19

[Rico] Fiiine.

Sent at: 08:30AM 1/1/19

[X] My my V, it seems we woke up on the killjoy side of the bed didn’t we? =P

Sent at: 08:30AM 1/1/19

[D] Shut up X, the last person we need to be lectured by is you.

Sent at: 08:30AM 1/1/19

[X] You wound me D! Such a scathing remark…not! XD

Sent at: 08:30AM 1/1/19

[Rico] Oh hey D, did you get that file I sent?

Sent at: 08:30AM 1/1/19

[V] Guys

Sent at: 08:31AM 1/1/19

[D] Fuck off X, and not yet Rico. Did you attatch it right?

Sent at: 08:31AM 1/1/19

[X] Attach*

Sent at: 08:31AM 1/1/19

[V] GUYS!

Sent at: 08:32AM 1/1/19

[D] Kiss my ass X I am not in any fucking mood for you today!

Sent at: 08:32AM 1/1/19

[Rico] D you gotta chill sometimes, X is just messin around.

Sent at: 08:33AM 1/1/19

[X] Thank you Rico! (:

Sent at: 08:33AM 1/1/19

[D] I’ll chill when they stop being such a gigantic pain up my ass

Sent at: 08:33AM 1/1/19

[V] GUYS!

[D has been silenced]

[X has been silenced]

[Rico has been silenced]

[D has disconnected]

[K has connected]

Sent at: 08:33AM 1/1/19

[K] Hi.

[K has disconnected]

Sent at: 08:37AM 1/1/19

[V] I am so so so sorry about them.

Sent at: 08:39AM 1/1/19

[Epsilon] That’s okay…I just figured out how to turn my monitor on.

Sent at: 08:39AM 1/1/19

[V] Ha ha, I promise they aren’t always like that! Well…that’s a lie…but they are usually not that fast to blow up.

Sent at: 08:40AM 1/1/19

[Epsilon] Rico seems fun. What is up with X and D?

Sent at: 08:40AM 1/1/19

[V] Two wildly different personalities…also siblings.

Sent at: 08:40AM 1/1/19

[Epsilon] Makes sense…

Sent at: 08:41AM 1/1/19

[V] I reeeeeally hope this doesn’t make you think twice about this.

Sent at: 08:42AM 1/1/19

[Epsilon] It seems like you all are pretty comfortable being yourselves, I like that.

Sent at: 08:42AM 1/1/19

[V] We are! Don’t let the dress code fool you, we aren’t all just sticks in the mud. Now once again I am soooo sorry about that. Do you have any questions?

Sent at: 08:45AM 1/1/19

[Epsilon] Not at the moment, I’m still working on training but I’ll let you know if I do.

Sent at: 08:50AM 1/1/19

[Epsilon] Actually, I guess I do have one. Like I kind of get it, but, what exactly do we do here?

Sent at: 08:50AM 1/1/19

[V] Come to my office and we can discuss that.

Sent at: 08:51AM 1/1/19

[Epsilon] Can’t we just discuss it here? Sorry if that is out of line.

Sent at: 08:51AM 1/1/19

[V] No worries! It would just take too much time and effort to discuss digitally is all. Plus, then I can take you on a more in depth tour of the facility!

Sent at: 08:52AM 1/1/19

[Epsilon] Oh okay! Yeah, sure, let me just get some stuff organized and I can head your way.

Sent at: 09:00AM 1/1/19

[Epsilon] Uh…where is your office again? Sorry this place is crazy big.

Sent at: 09:01AM 1/1/19

[V] Ha ha, I’m the last room in the Gamma wing. Actually just stay put and I’ll just come and get you.

Sent at: 09:01AM 1/1/19

[Epsilon] Okay! See you in a few!

Sent at: 09:02AM 1/1/19

[V] Yep!

[Big score, big score! I’m sorry if this is not the most professional email but we’ve reached a milestone! We’ve managed to get some of the older stuff reworked! Expect a couple transcripts expanding on some older material until we can get some of the new stuff worked out. Also, I hope it is alright but I did make the executive decision to keep Rico on description duty. He’s been having a rough time lately and it helps him. Anyway, sorry to ramble on! -V]

Description: Transcription segment of larger video recordings recovered from Site 3. Analysis of the subjects show connections to a now defunct web series. Subjects presumed to be said host of the series; who will be referred to in text as Clyde. This is a collection of smaller segments that have been spliced together in what is assumed to be a coherent and chronologically accurate order. A majority of these segments take place in what is assumed to be the residence of Clyde.

Video and audio were captured on a mid-range handheld camcorder. Said device was recovered from Site 3. The device was found in a battered but functional state. Time of recording will be provided as needed to establish a timeline.

Date: 8-07-02 Time: 3:03pm

This was just after the group was debating about doing that belly crawl. Turns out Clyde was all for it and so he took the camcorder down into the tight tube with him. As he’s making his way through he is muttering a lot about something or other. Sadly the quietness of his voice along with the echo of the tight quarters causes his words to be unintelligible. Given his facial expression and the rapidity of the words being said we’ve guessed it was most likely some complaining.

The stone tunnel he is crawling through is composed of a majority of sandstone with the occasional pockets of granite or basalt. Given the weathering of the tube it can be assumed it was at one point a lava flow tube but was worn away by groundwater flow. The walls are smooth with a wavy kind of texture running horizontally down. The dimensions of it barely accommodate the width of his shoulders and his back is about several centimeters away from touching.

He keeps switching the view from looking dead on at him to looking towards the other side. The other end is pitch black until the light of his headlamp is able to break through it.

Just as he switches the view back to the other end, the same pinpricks of light from the water are seen moving up and to the left of the opening. Clyde freezes.

Clyde: What the hell?

Clyde: Man, I must be tired, I’m seein’ shit.

[There is a low guttural clicking sound that Clyde doesn’t appear to notice as he continues to press forward. He switches back to looking at himself as once more the light spots move away from his right shoulder and the recording is unstable after that point]

Date: 08-07-02 Time: 3:15pm

Clyde has made it through to the other side. He stands now in a large circular room of stone. Lumpy rock formations from years and years of dripping and movement make this space feel much smaller than it really is. Along with these rocks are brilliantly shining clear crystals, most likely quartz or quartz adjacent.

Clyde: Holy shit…this is beautiful.

[He pans the camera around the light of his headlamp causing the crystals to shimmer like a fresh winter snow.]

Clyde: I have to be the first person to see this, Troglodytes we are seeing some shit that ain’t never been seen before.

[His voice holds a childlike enthusiasm as he carefully steps around the fragile looking growths and finds one the size of his forearm. Inside the gem are silver and gold inclusions arranged in a fibrous mesh. Reaching out he grabs ahold of the gem but pauses.]

Clyde: Nah, I can barely fit through that narrow space on my own. Troglodytes, we are going to practice a little thing called “leave no trace”. If I was to take this crystal for myself then someone else might get that idea and soon there would be nothing left for anyone. We’re going to take only memories with us.

[Letting go it can be seen that the inclusions had moved towards his hand but stopped just before penetrating the surface. Clyde is unaware of this as he continues to move around where he can.]

Clyde: Troggies, I’m going to start saying that as the full thing is too much right now, this has to be one of the best finds I’ve ever had, I mean look at all of th-

[His light had fallen on a far wall. In that light was a thin and pale humanoid shaped figure. The video footage begins to distort and show signs of damage and corruption. Despite this, further investigation shows that Clyde is unaware of the creature and is instead looking at crude drawings on the wall. No more data can be recovered from this small section.]

Date:08-07-02 Time: ???

Okay so, referring back to the first transcript, there is that figure that is just out of focus. Well, I think I’ll let the transcript speak for itself.

Clyde: -and I said, look man you’re free to have your opinion but Silver and Gold are trash.

[The group laughs before a low moan stops them]

Clyde: Yo, [A] knock it off man we’ve done that bit already.

[Clyde swings the camera around and both A and B are looking at each other]

A: Uh dude, that wasn’t me.

B: Yeah no man, he’s innocent.

[The moan is heard again with a sharp trill towards the end]

Clyde: Hey, where’s [C]?

B: He’s right-

[B turns around and makes a move as to gesture but the target is gone]

A: Yo, [C] quit fuckin’ around!

[A stone rolls from somewhere in the darkness to the center of the men]

Clyde: [C] my dude, knock it off, we’ve done this bit already.

C: What the hell are you guys going on about?

[The view snaps to the opposite direction of the noise and C is standing there with a confused expression]

A: Where the hell were ya?

C: Takin a leak, what are you my mom? Also you all look spooked, this scawy cave getting to ya?

[C starts to laugh. His laugh returns at equal volume and he stops laughing, turning pale]

[The four men are all looking at each other as the laughter grows in volume before suddenly stopping]

?: H…H…H…H

C: What the fu-

Clyde: Shhhh!

[Clyde holds a finger to his lips and the motions to a large rock, which they quickly and quietly all get behind]

?: Heh…HeH…hEH…hEh

[Not much can be seen as Clyde is keeping the camcorder close to his chest. There is the sound of movement deeper into the cave. Best described as wet, heavy, and unsteady]

?:Hel…hEL…hel…HeL…

[The men huddle closer as the sound of movement grows louder and louder. One of the men covers his nose and mouth and silently gags. Clyde is huddled into a fetal position with his eyes firmly shut. Then the noise all together vanishes. Looking back and forth they sheepishly all nod and Clyde slowly moves the camera around the side of the rock.]

[There is nothing on the other side of the rock.]

[Then softly like a whisper to the right of the microphone]

?: Help…HElp…heLp…HELP

[The camera quickly moves back around and for a brief moment the entire shot is taken up by a face best described as a distorted mess of human and insect. The data at this point is beyond recovery.]

Date: 08-07-02 Time: 5:17pm

The camcorder is pointed down at the ground before being lifted up. Clyde dusts off the lens and stares into it for a few seconds before turning his head to the left. For the first few moments the microphone is unable to pick up any sound but it soon crackles back in.

Clyde: Dude I don’t know, I just found it on the ground. This caving must be getting to us and maybe we just all passed out? I can tell ya one thing my head is pounding. Let’s head just a liiiitle deeper and turn back.

C: Sure thing man, you sure you’re good to walk? You’re bleeding kinda bad from your knee.

A: Oh quit babying him, although that black eye is pretty gnarly dude.

Clyde: Must’ve hit my head or something, c’mon!

Date: 08-07-02 Time: 6:17pm

Clyde is hurriedly copying down the shape of the door onto a sketch book while the other men are off wandering the perimeter.

Clyde: Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit. I knew I wasn’t crazy!

[Defensive measures are engaged at this point as the chamber is flooded with a bright white light. We must have missed the book as we flushed out what we thought was just some wildlife.]

[End of recovered data]

[Come see me at your earliest convenience V. -T]

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1-800-marvelswhore · 3 years ago

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Ot7 x Y/n Scenario: Crack Chat pt.2

Chat Warnings: Futile attempt at humor(?), BTS being weirdos (some more than others), Namjoon has had enough(What else is new?), A shit ton of movie references ;), Strong language!

You: What's been popping hopping?? (sent 00:04am)

Hobi: ?? (sent 00:06am)

Kook: I am confusion... (sent 00:08am)

Joon: Nothing is new. Except my newfound adoration for the multiverse :) (sent 00:10am)

Jinnie: You've got to stop watching so much Marvel. It's making you lose your marbles.. (sent 00:12am)

Yoongles: The real question is why are all of you texting this shit at 12 in the goddamn morning. Did we all not say our goodbyes and goodnights like 10 mins ago?? (sent 00:14am)

You: We did, but I missed you guys :( My apartment is lonely while you guys aren't here and it's making me sad.. (sent 00:16am)

Jiminie: Y/n you know all you have to do is text or call and we'll be there.. No reason to be sad :( (sent 00:18am)

Tae: Yeah because 9 times out of 10 I'm as bored as you are when watching Brokeback Mountain. Which is still blasphemous to me by the way. (sent 00:20am)

You: That movie gets relatively more boring the more you watch it.. It's overwatched. (sent 00:22am)

Jinnie: Yet you've watched Rose let go of Jack about 2000 times and still cry every damn time you watch that movie. (sent 00:14am)

Joon: I'll never get over the fact that Iron Man is dead... In my mind he's still alive... (sent 00:16am)

Kook: WHAT?!! Iron Man is dead?? (sent 00:18am)

Hobi: Kook where the fuck have you been since 2019. He died almost 3 years ago now... (sent 00:20am)

Yoongles: We knew this guy's life is quite literally his his videogames he doesn't even care for cinematic experiences. (sent 00:22am)

Jinnie: Factual. (sent 00:24am)

Kook: I- my feelings are hurt :( (sent 00:26am)

Joon: You get hurt, hurt em back you get killed? Walk it off. (sent 00:28am)

Jiminie: Definitely one of the best Captain America quotes. (sent 00:30am)

You: Taehyung I want you to paint me like one of your French girls. (sent 00:32am)

Tae: WHAAT??! That oughta start something you can't finish and we both know it. (sent 00:34am)

Jinnie: Don't get all giddy yet Tae, she's quoting Rose Dewitt Bukater rn (sent 00:36am)

Tae: Kill my vibe, why don't you? Not like my happiness matters at all to you. (sent 00:38am)

Hobi: That is precisely why he told you. You get too excited about such things. (sent 00:40am)

You: OKAY... maybe I was quoting Rose Dewitt Bukater, but I do intend to have a nude painting of myself made within the next 10 business days. (sent 00:42am)

Kook: Well, give me a paintbrush and call me Van Gogh xD (sent 00:44am)

Jiminie: So do you have an anger problem? (sent 00:46am)

You: Damn right I have an anger problem (sent 00:48am)

Joon: Do you think you're entitled to said anger? (sent 00:50am)

You: That's like asking me if I'm entitled to being hungry.. (sent 00:52am)

Kook: I understood that reference (sent 00:52am)

Yoongles: W movie. Taraji P. Henson can act her ass off!! (sent 00:54am)

Jinnie: That was Acrimony right?? (sent 00:56am)

You: Nah it was "What Men Want" Seokjin. (sent 00:58am)

Jinnie: Jeez, no need for the sarcasm dudette. I was just making sure. (sent 01:00am)

Tae: Now you know how I feel. I didn't even know you guys were quoting a movie. (sent 01:02am)

Kook: HAHA! You were lost like I was when everyone was talking about Encanto. Which indeed is one of the best movies ever! (sent 01:04am)

You: At your big age you haven't seen Acrimony @ Tae (sent 01:06am)

Tae: I'm only 26! What gives??! (sent 01:08am)

Yoongles: What gives is you've had almost 4 years to watch that movie... Kook's seen it and he's younger than you. You should be ashamed of yourself. (sent 01:10am)

Hobi: Yoongi, I've got to say your newfound appreciation for cinema is definitely a breath of fresh air if I do say so myself. (sent 01:12am)

Jiminie: Agreed. It's good to see you expanding your horizons. (sent 01:14am)

Yoongles: It's Y/n's pussy juice I promise!! (sent 01:16am)

You: WHAt in the FUCk did you just say?!!! (sent 01:18am)

Joon: Be in a poly relationship they said, it'll be fun they said... (sent 01:20am)

Kook: LOL!! Yoongi you not lying there hyung. xD (sent 01:22am)

Tae: Y/n I just want to say I have the utmost respect for you and I'll never talk about you in such a derogatory way. (sent 01:24am)

You: Thank you Taehyung. (sent 01:26am)

Joon: Once in a lifetime means there's no second chance - Troy Bolton, High School Musical 2, "Everyday" (sent 01:28am)

Jinnie: Joon how in this universe was that even remotely necessary???? (sent 01:30am)

Hobi: JEON JUNGKOOK!!!!! (sent 01:32am)

Kook: Oy vey, what now ?! (sent 01:34am)

Hobi: Now I'm all for embarrassing the shit out of any of you guys, but I feel you will NEVER live this down if I shall expose this shit!! (sent 01:36am)

Jinnie: Spill. (sent 01:38am)

Yoongles: Spill. (sent 01:38am)

Joon: Oh no. (01:40am)

Jiminie: Spill. (sent 01:40am)

Tae: Spill. (sent 01:42am)

You: Spill. (sent 01:42am)

Kook: I'm shameless so I really don't care.(sent 01:44am)

Hobi: Oh? (sent 01:46am)

Hobi: Wanna explain to Y/n & everyone else why you have 5 pairs of Y/n's underwear in your sock drawer?? (sent 01:46am)

Joon: OH FUCK (sent 01:48)

Jinnie: MY FUCKING (sent 01:50am)

Yoongles: FUCKING FUCK (sent 01:52am)

Jiminie: FUCKITY (sent 01:54am)

Tae: FUCKING (sent 01:56am)

You: fuck. (sent 01:58am)

*Kook has left "7 men and 1 woman"*

Hobi: Anyway. (sent 02:00am)

Joon: Is there an out of this relationship? (sent 02:02am)

Jinnie: Well then. (sent 02:04am)

Yoongles: I am sleep. (sent 02:06am)

Tae: Sheesh. (sent 02:08am)

Jiminie: The sky is quite the sight. (sent 02:10am)

You: I'll be taking my leave. (sent 02:12am)

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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 3 years ago

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Drea, that advise for school helped a lot not gonna lie. I'm always thinking 4 years and I have to graduate but I'm done putting that pressure on myself. I love learning and school so I'm just gonna do with the flow that life throws at me because for some reason this realization of career happened ya know. It hit me at 9:40am lmao. Thank you for the advice it helps alot since you are also major to go to healthcare

Of course, always happy to help 🥺 it’s really common to feel pressured to finish within the 4 year mark, but depending on your degree and your post-grad plans, that’s usually never the case (most post-grad schools require classes that aren’t even in your degree, so you have to take extra ones!! like i have to take anatomy 1 & 2 and those aren’t in the bio degree, so I have to account for them and understand that it’s going to elongate my grad date). If you’re doing a hard degree, the higher you climb on the difficultly level, the less classes you can take on all at once because the course load and the complexity of the material requires more study time to the point where you only have time for 1 or 2 other courses of the same difficulty. My academic advisor freshmen year told me, “The degree you’re taking isn’t easy, so as you get older and get into the upper level courses, don’t beat yourself up if you have to take less classes to get by. Right now you can take 4 or more because you’re at the beginning and the classes are fairly palatable, but when you get to the hard stuff, it’s preferable you take 2 classes and pass them with good grades rather than taking 4 and you end up failing all of them because you spread yourself too thin.”

That advice really helped me bc as I started taking less classes, I started feeling like a failure bc “why can’t I handle the same amount of work I used to? Am I dumber now? My degree is gonna take me longer and I’m gonna seem like a disappointment.” When i started to feel like that, I remembered what my advisor said and I talked to my friends who had been there longer and it really comforted me and got me out of that hole, and I’m happy to pass that comfort forward :)

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deadenginescribbywibs · 3 years ago

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Reunion - Prologue

After the battle there was an impromptu information session held in a damp and chilly bunker half a mile up from the ruined compound. Night was already closing in, as were reporters and the few family and friends tied to the heroes who weren’t present at the battle. May Parker, Happy Hogan, Cassie Lang, Clint Barton's wife and kids.

“We need to be prepared,” Captain America said, still beaten and bruised but no longer sporting dirt in his teeth, “just in case anything else happens- In case anyone comes from another time.”

And so the remaining heroes sat in October weather in the concrete room, some falling asleep- from the cold or their injuries, who could say. He talked about what he could. The battle of Wakanda five years prior, chopping off Thanos’ head, Natasha, Tony. When he couldn’t choke back the tears, Sam took over, and when Sam couldn’t continue, it was Rhodey. Towards the end it was Rocket who carried the meeting, and in the back, Peter Parker kept his eyes firmly on the ground. Nearest to the door and too cold from the draft of impending winter wind, he listened to the drone of strained, sometimes tearful voices. When it was over, wrapped in a damp blanket, Peter wondered if this is what it meant to be an Avenger.

---

Peter always imagined the Avengers having a lot of energy, at least that was his impression from Germany. What he saw now wasn’t a group of unlikely heroes rising to meet challenges head on. They were just ghosts, like him, and he felt he could fade away at any moment.

His phone rang, probably Ned or May. He had nothing to say, so he didn’t pick up.

The boy sat in the hall all alone. At least it was warm, a far cry better from the two freezing nights sleeping on cots outside the upstate Avengers facility. Peter rolled his shoulders in their joints and stretched his neck. His head was still pounding, the last reminder of the physical toll of Thanos. Even safe inside, Peter’s mind was still on the battlefield, on Titan, and Tony’s face when he started to dust away, the desperate grip trying to keep him alive.

Peter started at the sturdy hand landing on his shoulder.

“Hey.” Steve Rogers stood at his side, blue eyes fixed on the sign on the far wall. MORGUE. “Thanks.”

Peter shrugged his shoulders and averted his eyes. “For what?” He croaked.

“For staying with him. Tony never liked to be alone…” Tears stung at Peter’s already red rimmed eyes but he held them in, body tense. After a moment's hesitation Steve sat down in the other dingy little mint green chair and crossed his arms. The silence stretched on until it was comfortable.

Eventually Peter fell asleep, head resting on Captain America’s shoulder.

Steve was just trying to stay awake.

“What’s up, punk?” Bucky strolled up the hall in his green sweats and grey long sleeve shirt, metal hand tucked into a pocket.

Steve gestured at the teen asleep on the floor a few feet away. “Babysitting.”

Bucky’s eyes trailed over the small figure huddled under the wool blanket pressed up against the wall, a hospital gown balled up under his head. “Jesus, we can’t get the kid a bed?”

Steve shook his head. “He wouldn’t leave if he could.” He nodded to the ‘Morgue’ sign.

“Starks?”

“Sort of.”

By the third day they were able to disperse somewhat. It took time to get communication and transportation back online through SHIELD, and to get the unhoused heroes into some kind of temporary lodging while waiting for spaceships and quinjets to be repaired. A side effect of many of the heroes being stranded on Earth and more specifically in New York, however, was that they ended up at the lakehouse of one recently widowed Pepper Potts. For having just watched her husband die and the near destruction of the universe, she was managing as well as could be expected.

Peter was sharing a spare room with Thor and Rocket and Peter Quill, and although he hadn’t been alone in a week- or a week and five years, depending how you looked at it, the sounds of breathing in the dark room were a comfort compared to the clinical silence of the medical wing hall.

At 4:40am his stomach rumbled. Peter groaned. “No.” He turned over under his covers, but the hunger wouldn’t let up. After days without food running on a super metabolism, his will finally broke at 5:13am and Peter slunk out of the bedroom tiptoeing over beings big and small alike.

The kitchen was dimly lit. Outside, a small lake glimmered under a moon hanging low like ripe fruit, illuminating the trinkets and cups and pictures in the modest but modern kitchen, not the place he pictured Tony retiring into but nice nonetheless. It was homey.

He didn’t have an appetite per se, or at least the nausea was still battling against his will to eat, but Peter eventually settled on a box of crackers in a cupboard. He plunged a hand into the crinkling plastic liner and stuffed a handful of saltines into his mouth greedily, and suddenly parched, Peter reached for a cup for water. Next to the haphazardly placed drinking glasses were a row of pictures, the first, Howard Stark he recognized from history books, and the next he wasn’t sure, but the last in the line made Peter’s heart skip a beat. Tony and Peter posed for a photo for his Stark Internship, peace signs poised and smiling giddily. He’d thought it was the best day of his life. He must have been standing staring at the picture for a long time, because by the time Peter broke out of his melancholy, the stars had faded out of sight in the early morning sky.

There was a faint shuffling to his side. Peter turned to see Pepper Potts in her bathrobe, not a trace of makeup on her face, a tissue in her hand. She’d been crying all right.

“Oh.” She said faintly seeing Peter standing at the counter, the photo lying in front of him. “I didn’t see you Peter. Sorry, I just woke up feeling-’ Pepper gestured at the room in general as if to say ‘I just watched my husband die horrifically and now our retirement home is filled with sad heroes and I don’t know what to do.” But Peter didn’t say anything. He presented her with the box of crackers. “Still not talking much, hey?” She sniffled and ran a hand through Peter’s hair before reaching into the box of crackers. “Me too.”

Pepper bustled around the room preparing coffee. When she placed a mug next to him she noticed the picture and picked it up silently. She traced her fingers over the frame. “You know, he did it for you, Pete. He loved you.” Peter could have sprinted away at lightning speed, a rush of guilt balling up in his chest and stomach telling him to escape, but he forced himself to stand very still. Pepper kissed the top of his head and turned back to her coffee, smiling still. “He can rest now.”

So there was some crying in the shower. One might call it hysterical, but Peter thought he did okay considering. If he’d gotten in before taking off his pyjamas, well. No one was around to see.

“Move over.” A voice grumbled over him. Peter was back in bed again that morning of the third day, and judging by the light slanting through the windows, it was probably still early. Thor stood over him looking quite gruff. “I can’t sleep on the floor anymore.” He said it politely enough, so Peter scooted over until he was laying practically at the edge of the double bed. Thor collapsed onto the other side and it hardly took a moment for him to fall fast asleep.

Not wanting to consider why they had given him the bed in the first place- “He slept on the floor outside the morgue. If Tony could have seen-” Peter rolled over to check his phone. 39 Text Messages, 9 Voicemails. Peter groaned, he scrolled through the latest messages from May.

May (6:43am)

Call me when you can.

May (6:48am)

And text me that you’re okay.

May (6:49am)

I larb you.

The familiar guilt returned and with it, the nausea. Peter thought he might throw up if he had to talk on the phone. He wanted to see May more than anything, more than seeing Tony again, more than eating a hot poptart right out of the toaster, but he couldn’t. It would break her heart, and with the sad eyes he was already getting from the Avengers collectively, Peter couldn’t do that to anyone else. He hastily replied. Larb u 2.

When Thor rolled over a moment later Peter found himself trapped under a huge outstretched arm. Being too tired to lift it- Thor must weigh 800 pounds, it was so heavy- he resigned himself to being crushed. With just bird calls and Thor’s faint snoring and Rocket and Quills quiet breathing to be heard in the room, Peter fell back asleep.

That afternoon the Avengers seemed to be doing better. Rocket banged around in his spaceship now housed in the backyard with Nebula’s help. Quill was checking out Bucky’s motorcycle, though the assassin still seemed very uncomfortable at the lake house in general. Steve Rogers came and went on his bike. Peter thought he was taking comfort in doing damage control, if only to spare Pepper from doing it. She was taking a nap on the couch.

The house was mostly quiet and so Peter was taking a moment of refuge to sit on the back porch with a cup of tea and his wool blanket. He didn’t know where it had come from, honestly, and it was outright filthy and dingy from getting dragged around the battlefield and the SHIELD compound for days. He was just drifting into space when the screen door swung open and a young brown haired teen stepped out. Peter recognized him as Harley Bennet, though they’d only met a couple times before the Snap and a couple times over video since the battle.

“Peter.” He said, and Peter stood up shakily in his blanket. Harley extended a hand but then shook himself. “What am I doing-” and he pulled the younger boy in for a hug. When they pulled back Peter gave him a weak smile. “How’s it going here?”

The young Avenger just shrugged his shoulders. A moment later a bounding blur of dark brown hair and blue pyjamas burst through the door. “Harley!”

“Morguna! In the flesh!” He called, sweeping her into a spinning hug. “What’s up, lil sis?”

“I’m sad.” She said suddenly pouting. Peter grimaced. To his surprise Harley knelt down by her side. “Me too. But you know what Tony said about being sad?”

“What?” She asked innocently.

“It’s nothing blowing stuff up can’t fix.” He whispered.

And so that’s how Peter, Morgan and Harley found themselves in the barn that afternoon, a frightening weapon tucked under Harley’s arms. The former two were still in their pyjamas, and all three wore safety goggles although Morgan’s were on askew. Peter reached over to adjust them and gave her a pat on the head, she smiled at him.

“Nobody tell Pepper about this.” Harley said with wide eyes.

“Don’t chicken out.” Morgan whined and received a rakish grin in return.

“I won’t. I’m not. Listen. Tony talked about-” He made a funny gesture, “alien invasions sometimes when I was a kid, and it got me thinking, what would I do if they came? So I made this gun.”

Peter eyed the glowing gun suspiciously. The thought that this was a Very Bad Idea was starting to sprout in his mind. “I mean, it’s a potato gun, okay? It’s not like Tony was going to give me real ammo.”

“Com’n!” Morgan cried, and Harley grinned again.

“Alright okay.” Harley shouldered the gun over the very poor barricade they made from a tipped over wheelbarrow and a barrel, pointing it at a bale of hay for Gerald’s lunch. “Check it out!” He said, and yanked on a lever which started a worrying, high pitched buzz. It cranked a couple times and sputtered. “Oh, come on.” Harley said, giving it a bat with his palm. Suddenly the gun fired up, and Peter just reached out to grab it just in time to point it at the target when it erupted, launching several potatoes at criminal velocities. “Ah!” They cried. The potatoes hurled through the bales, strands of hay cascaded everywhere, the potatoes made a hulking splutter sound on the other side as they crashed through the wood plank walls, splintered wood shot out the other side and someone cried “Oh my fucking god. Are you serious?!”

It was Rocket. Harley, Peter and Morguna looked at each other, at the erupted hay bale, at the light streaming through the hole in the wall, and at the potato gun. “Oh my god!” Peter whispered loudly.

“Whoever that was, you are about to be dead.” Rocket said from outside. Peter grabbed the gun, hurled it under the nearest vehicle, grabbed Morgan and Harley and launched all three of them into the hay loft.

Rockets shadow appeared before he did and he looked menacingly at the overturned wheelbarrow and scattered hay as he came around the corner. “Seriously? Whoever that was, come out now so I can shoot you in the face.”

Morgan giggled, Harley and Peter covered her mouth, perfectly still in the scratchy hay. “Shh!” There was a strand poking Morgan right in the face, and she wrinkled her nose again as it itched. Nebula came around the corner looking just as unimpressed. She glanced over the scene and then at Rocket. “Children’s games.” She said.

“I got hit in the ass with a fucking potato.” The racoon complained.

“Get over it.” She said walking away. Rocket glared into the dingh of the room. Morgan’s nose crinkled again and she shivered, and just as Rocket turned away, she let out a sneeze. He pinned the three of them with a look, probably marking a small oddly shaped mound of hay in the loft. The three children stayed very still and quiet for a second. Morgan looked at both Peter and Harley with huge brown orbs. After a moment Rocket rolled his eyes and looked off in the distance, probably at Nebula. “Well I can’t go and shoot Tony Stark’s kids in the face, can I? Where’s Quill?”

As soon as he rounded the corner, Morgan started giggling and squirming to get out of the hay causing it to slide out from under their feet until they all tumbled down onto the ground, Harley and Morgan giggling and tittering the whole time. They looked at Peter and started laughing anew. He looked down, his shirt was full of hay like an overstuffed scarecrow.

“How far along are you?” Harley snickered. Peter huffed a laugh too.

Tony’s ashes arrived that night. Pepper kept it quiet. She tucked the red silk bag into an old arc reactor Peter had never seen and placed it carefully into her dresser drawer. Peter watched from her bed. It was one of the only quiet spaces in the house around dinner. A bit of sensory overload and fatigue made him silent and sullen that afternoon and as soon as she caught wind she’d corralled Peter into bed with a cup of tea. They kept silent company, and when she was done, she sat in the occasional chair in the corner brushing out her hair while they watched TV. Eventually she started in on her cuticles, then disappeared to retrieve laundry from the dryer.

“May is coming up for the funeral.” She told Peter handing him a freshly laundered hoodie. He pulled it on, it said MIT. Peter felt like he should tear it off immediately. “She’ll be here in the morning. Your apartment is still occupied,” she frowned, “I think you’ll have to stay a little longer.”

“Thanks.” Was all he said, but he accepted a bundle of socks passed to him.

“Are you sleeping okay? I heard Thor is sharing the bed with you.”

“Yeah.” Peter huffed a little. “It’s not so bad. He’s dead asleep most of the time.”

Pepper smiled knowingly and cocked her brows. “At least it’s not Bruce.”

Bruce was still in the hospital and for that Peter was grateful. The sight of Bruce’s burnt arm was enough to send the teen into a panic attack.

Overall, Peter wasn’t so hard done by. After all, there were heroes strewn literally all over the property. Drax, Mantis and Groot slept in closets and hallways, Carol Danvers and Nebula camped in the backyard. Bucky Barnes and Captain America were at an abandoned motel not far up the road, and Sam and Rhodey took over the dining room at night. Harley slept on the couch, and Morgan in her own room was undisturbed. Rocket slept in a bed of clothes in a dresser drawer in Peter’s room, and Quill slept on a burnt mattress on the floor that had been pulled out of the Milano. Valkyrie had returned temporarily to Asgard with the help of Thor wielding Stormbreaker, but Thor stayed behind for, well… Peter had to imagine it was emotional comfort. He was the only other Avenger as pathetic as Peter, the boy thought, watching the huge hulking form curled up on the couch, cups of yoghurt strewn about the coffee table. Thor had been catapulting between emotions since the battle, but mostly he was just tired.

“Can I ask you something?” Peter said about an hour after sitting in the otherwise quiet living room. Thor shrugged, now in one of his morose moods. “How old are you?”

“Fifteen hundred, give or take. The years aren’t as important when you are as old as Asgardians are.”

Peter sat in thought for a while. The house was starting to show signs of life, laughter could be heard outside and in the halls sometimes, he even thought Pepper sounded alright talking to Happy on the phone that day. “Do you do birthdays?”

Thor shrugged. “Sometimes. Every fifty years or so. We had one at my inauguration, although looking back, maybe it wasn’t the right moment to celebrate, as it set my brother on a path of destruction that eventually led to Thanos killing him.” He supined. His nose was stuffed up.

“Oh.” The boy sat a moment longer sensing the sadness wash over the man, but even if he wanted to join Thor’s wallowing, Peter was starting to feel the pricklings of relief swell up under the surface tension of his grief. “We should have a birthday. Tonight. To celebrate.”

“...To celebrate?”

“To celebrate.” It didn’t sound all that convincing to Peter either, but anything was better than this.

They had a birthday. It was cramped. Like, really cramped. The seventeen people in the vicinity of the house were stuffed into the little kitchen, Morgan sat on Thor’s lap. The god of thunder was dressed in a little pink frilly apron. Harley was sticking a ridiculous number of sparklers on the cake in the other room with the help of Rocket and Drax. Bucky and Nebula stood stolidly in the back hall, Carol Danvers stood in the back door. Pepper sat next to Thor, and Quill and Mantis were eating icing off of a spoon. Sam stood in a narrow broom cupboard holding his beer to his chest. Steve Rogers stood behind Thor, a beacon of comfort and resolution in the sea of calamity. Groot sat on another stool playing his video game, and Rhodey sat by Peter on the other side, very much on board with a drink in his hand. “This is great.” He said. “Nice one Parker.”

“Thanks.” Peter croaked. He felt more awake than he had in days. Morgan braided Thor’s beard while they waited, and when the cake came out, they sang Happy Birthday haphazardly while Harley carried the cake. The sparklers burst into a ball of flames as soon as the cake was set on the table. Thor scrunched up his face, “Fiend!” and shot the cake with lightning, strawberry icing exploded in every direction. Pepper laughed first, then Rocket and Drax laughed, Mantis and Quill laughed and Harley, Morgan and Thor laughed, and soon everyone was laughing, and Peter was laughing too.

“That was a good call.” Sam said idling up to him that evening. Peter found solace on the back porch. The lake was beautiful to look at in the night. “Morale was running a little low.”

Peter’s mouth quirked up into a smile. “Thor’s morale was low. I dunno about everyone else.”

“Everyone else too. You just get better at hiding it when you get older.” He tucked his chin. “I know we just celebrated his like thousandth birthday-”

“Fifteen hundred and something-” Peter corrected.

“-But Thor’s not that much older than you are. Maybe a bit. He’s younger than Steve.” Sam said definitively.

“Well everyone’s younger than Steve.”

“Good point.”

This time when Peter went to the snack cupboard in the middle of the night, Nebula and Carol were in the kitchen sitting in relative silence, and Rhodey was reading in the other room.

“Hey.” He waved. Nebula and Carol nodded.

“Is Thor snoring again? I can go punch him.” Carol joked. Peter smiled bashfully.

“It’s all right. I don’t mind.”

“It’s Quill that’s worse.” Nebula supplied. That was probably the first time she’d ever spoken to him, and he nodded guiltily.

“He’s been mumbling in his sleep.”

“About what?”

“Kevin Bacon. He, uh…”

“He was in the movie footloose.” Carol said. Nebula rolled her eyes.

“Of course.”

“Well, I guess if Peter’s up that means it’s bed time.” Carol stood up groggily. “Nice sitting in silence with you.” She chirped to her companion. Nebula nodded. Carol ruffled his hair on the way out.

What remained of the birthday cake sat on the counter so Peter grabbed a fork and took a huge mound. Nebula was looking past him, and when he turned around to follow her line of sight, he saw the picture again, the one of him and Tony.

“You were Stark’s ward.” She stated. Peter didn’t immediately reply, eyes shifting sideways out the far window. “He was the first person to ever be kind to me without expecting anything in return.” She caressed the exposed panel of electronics running from her forehead to her crown. “After the battle on Titan he fixed my head using metal from his own armor. And... he taught me how to play paper football.”

“That’s just how he was.” He mumbled around a mouthful of cake. In the other room, Rhodey was smiling into his book, eavesdropping. He had a new prosthetic exo-support pulled from a backup supply in Tony’s garage.

Still looking at the photo, she continued. “Thanos was my father, and people will shudder at the memory of him for eternity. But he's not the one people will ask about.”

Ears hot, Peter swallowed around the lump ever present in his throat, but there were no tears now. If anything, he was relieved. He shoved another forkful of cake into his mouth and stood up, striding away from the table. From the other room Rhodey piped up. “Oh my god. Was that the most words you’ve ever said?” Nebula raised her middle finger. “It gets worse. Who taught you that?”

She smirked. “You can blame Barton.” Rhodey rolled his eyes.

“Of course. That guy is a douchebag.” It sounded bad, but Rhodey said it warmly and smiled as he returned to his book. Peter swung back around with the platter of cake and set it down in front of Nebula.

“You’re pretty cool.” Then he asked hopefully. “Can I fix your headpiece too?”

They used Tony’s battle armor, the one he’d been wearing when he died. It was piled up in the garage, or at least what could be salvaged. Burnt, cracked, bent and shredded, the sight of it served a visceral reminder of the battle. Until now, no one dared go near it.

It took time for Peter to build up the nerve to touch it, and before he could, Nebula pried a piece off the left arm. She might as well have pried his heart from his chest, but Peter quelled his nerve and set to work, pilfering tools from Tony’s lab like Pepper said he could. By the time the other Avengers rolled around, Nebula had a new head plate, striking gold cut from the last Iron Man ever made. Over the brow it was inscribed, “MK2.”

May arrived bright and early that morning and the first thing she did was hug Peter, then pulled back, then hugged him again. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my-”

“May. It’s alright. I’m fine, see?” Peter said, holding out his arms.

May Parker was not one to be fooled, however, and scooped the boy into her arms again. “My baby boy. All grown up and saving the universe.” She swept a tear from her eye and then turned to Pepper, sweeping her up as well. Pepper might have needed it, she sighed deeply.

“Are you holding up okay?”

“As well as expected.” Pepper sniffled pulling away. “It’ll be nice to have another normal person around the house. There are too many manful tears happening here.”

May was introduced to Harley and Morgan, then to the rest of the Avengers. The lot of them and others returning from afar were changing into funeral clothes. Soon the funeral would be over, and that would be it. The Avengers would dissemble, and Peter would be on his own.

During the funeral he held back his tears. It was hardly his first time burying a loved one. He stayed quiet and still, and when it was over, he sat on the dock with Morgan while the adults reminisced about Tony, and about Natasha. “I miss daddy.” Came her little voice from his side.

Peter nodded mutely, swallowing his sadness. The wind over the lake blew their hair back, and Peter rubbed little circles on her back as she sniffled. “Don’t you miss him?” She asked. He nodded again around the lump in his throat. When he couldn’t hold back his tears he wiped his cheeks with the sleeve of his suit. “Your dad was my hero.” Morgan rested her head against him.

“He was your dad too.”

He couldn’t respond to that, he didn’t know how to explain the complexities of their brief relationship to his mentor’s actual blood relative, so he just stayed silent. Maybe in a few years, Morgan would understand that she was Tony’s only child, not him. But then Peter thought back to Pepper Potts in the kitchen at 5am making them a pot of coffee in the dark, and Peter wasn’t so sure.

“He did it for you, Pete. He loved you.”

Shuri took Peter for ice-cream at the diner nearby. They walked in their funeral clothes despite the rain and sleet that started that afternoon, and the ice-cream compounded the cold, but it was fun. “And so I asked them-” She recounted, “why couldn't they unlock my phone. They said it’s company policy. So I took it apart right then and there and manually unbricked it. And guess what?” She laughed, she had ice-cream on her lip and Peter was suddenly struck by how attractive she was.

“What?” He gushed back.

“They banned me from the store.”

Peter laughed while she lamented about getting tossed from a Tek-i-Mobile. By the time they arrived back at the house, covered in freezing mud and rosy cheeked from the wind, he was feeling almost normal.

That night- the last they would spend all together, there was a Mario Kart tournament. Even Pepper clad in pin striped pyjamas joined in the cajoling, Morgan sat in her lap. Shuri, Peter and Harley had the obvious edge, but Rocket was a close competitor. Bets went around. Money changed hands. Then Quill and Thor got into an argument and it ended in a milk gauntlet challenge, at which point Pepper banished them from the house and they threw up milk in the backyard.

“I’m sorry about this.” Peter told Pepper seriously. Somehow, this was his fault. She heaved a little sigh and smiled.

“Believe me, if you’d spent much time with them before, you’d know to expect this.” She paused for a moment and her nose wrinkled as she smiled, just like Morgan. “Tony would have loved this.” And she snapped a picture on her phone.

At that moment, Peter knew he would give anything to have Tony back. What he didn't know was that soon, he would.

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‘Perfect Timing’ - One-Shot

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Crack/ Fluff

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: curse words

A/N: Unedited cuz it’s 2AM/Gotta thank my fav beta reader @sugaa-sugaaa for bearing with me and my shenanigans

Summary: Tae and his girlfriend want time off bangtan but does bangtan want the same? AKA Jimin is petty xD

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"Are you ready?" You whispered to him.

"Ready!" He whispered back.

The time on your phone read 2:30AM. The perfect time for sneaking out of a house full of 20 something year-olds, who want to spend their time-off together with their best friends at a secluded country club, but one of them wanted to escape the place, to spend that time with his girlfriend.

"Ow! Tannie! That was my finger!"

"Shhh! Don't yell at Tannie and hurry up!"

Usually Yeontan doesn't bite, but Taehyung had been bribing him with a beef jerky, so he wouldn't bark, as you guys made your way through the house. You both swung your backpacks over your shoulder, phones in your pocket and Tannie in arms.

Taehyung's room was the last in corridor, which meant that you had to walk by all of the other boy's rooms in order to make it to the stairs and to the front door, to then walk to the main gate and get in the uber that would be arriving soon to take you to the airport.

You turned the knob for the door and pulled it open, making sure you made little to no noise.

You were aware of the creaking sound all the doors in this house made when they were being opened or closed and it the middle of the night, someone was bound to hear it.

You fully exited the room, making sure your step is inaudible and soon after Taehyung followed with Yeontan in his arms as he clicked the door closed behind him.

In front of you, a long hallway with 4 doors to each side, remained. On each side of the hall, one of the doors was a bathroom and the remaining ones were bedrooms.

The first doors you walked by, were Jungkook’s to the left and Hoseok’s to the right. You are almost certain that Hoseok was knocked the heck out, but Jungkook might have been up late.

You signaled Taehyung to wait until you went first, that way you could check if any lights could be seen coming from under the door.

You went past the door without a problem and so did Tae right after.

The next 2 doors were Namjoon’s to the left and Jin’s to the right. Both were dangerous. Jin could be gaming and Namjoon could be reading or producing or writing or whatever a Kim Namjoon does with his free time at 2:00AM.

Tae made a sign, stating he would go first, since he could recognize if there was any shuffling behind the doors better than you could.

He signed once more that the coast was clear, and you quickly ran to his side.

The next 2 doors were easy. They were both bathrooms, however right after them, the last two doors remained, where Yoongi and Jimin slept. Yoongi to the left and Jimin to the right.

Right when you were a little past the bathroom and sighing in relief.

*Bark-bark*

Your eyes widened and searched for Tea's, whose features matched your expression.

You heard noise coming from one of the doors you had already passed by and started to panic.

You bumped into each other twice, frantically shifting around as you thought about what to do.

Suddenly you felt like you were being pulled back, you yelped a little and your mouth was quickly covered by a hand.

Taehyung had pulled you both into the bathroom and locked yourselves inside.

Almost instantly a knock came from the door.

"Tae? Are you in there?"

Jin.

He cleared his throat before answering.

"Ye-Yeah!"

"Is Yeontan with you?"

"Yeah! Sorry if he woke you up."

"Nah, it's ok. I just thought he was out here alone."

"O-oh okay"

"Alright. Night Tae!"

"Night hyung."

Once you both heard the door to his room click. You sighed and he dropped his hand from your mouth.

"You know, we wouldn't have to be doing this, if you knew how to say no once in a while."

"I tried babe, but Guk was being whiny."

You rolled your eyes at him and turned to open the door. Taehyung's hand stopped you, stating he should go first to make sure Jin was back in his room and you guys had a free path.

You nodded once to agree with his planned and looked at the time on your phone once more.

2:40AM

You watched as half of his body stayed within the bathroom while the other half peeked around the hallway.

Once he was sure you were good, he offered you his hand to hold and swiftly pulled you out of the bathroom.

By now you only had two more doors to go plus the stairs.

Jimin and Yoongi had been easier than you had initially thought, and you were soon at the top of the stairs.

Ready to bolt for the front door, you skipped down the steps, freedom showing in your stride, however midway down the staircase, you noticed the light in the den was on, making you halt abruptly. The sudden stop caused Taehyung to crash into you and drop Yeontan, who squeaked and ran straight to the den.

"Oh, hey boy! What are you doing down here all by yourself?"

Jimin.

You looked at Tae furrowing your brows as he whisper-argued back that that it was your fault for stopping randomly on a flight of stairs.

"Stop yelling, give me your bag and go get Tan. I'll sneak out through the door in the kitchen. Meet me by the side gate."

Taehyung nodded once, then proceeded to remove his backpack and hand it to you as he walked towards the den and you made your way towards the kitchen.

"Oh! Taehyung! What are you doing up so late?" The young man asked your boyfriend, as he walked into the room where the light was coming from.

This was your opportunity to dash to the kitchen and head for the back door, however not before hearing the rest of the conversation.

"I was in the bathroom and Tan ran down here...."

A pregnant minute went by before anyone said anything else and your nerves were starting to buzz, making you want to bite at your nails as a coping method.

"You're ditching us.... aren’t you?" Jimin’s voice was firm yet calm.

"I...I...." Taehyung stumbled at his words, probably trying to think of something to deny the statement.

"Where is she? Y/n noona, stop hiding and get here... No one goes to the bathroom in jeans and a cap." You could almost see him giving you that smartass eyebrow-raise, face-palming at his sentence. Neither of you had thought about that.

"Heard that..."

You sighed deeply and slowly walked towards the den. Stupid Jimin, why he gotta be so clever at 2 AM

As you made yourself enter the room, Jimin sat with his legs crossed on the grey sofa, while Taehyung stood stiffly in front of him with Tan now back in his arms.

He wasn't looking at you, his eyes were trained on is book, simultaneously placing a bookmark on the page where he had probably ended before your interruption.

His glasses rested at the end of his nose, while he glanced at you from over the top of the specs.

"Hi Jimin..."

“Ah~ She finally shows her face.”

You gave Jimin a tight guilty grin and adjusted the backpacks on your shoulder.

“So…where are you going?”

He addressed both of you, but Taehyung threw a glance your way, just to see your reaction before answering.

Your face remained stoic. Jimin was getting no info out of you. He would sell it to Jungkook for 20 bucks and ship him there himself.

“I’m sorry Jimin-ie, we can’t tell you that. You’ll let the others know…”

In your head you were squealing. Yes, Tae!

“I mean, I could wake all of them now…”

“You wouldn’t…would you? We are soulmates…”

A slight change in demeanor flew past Jimin’s profile, however it soon returned to his playful ways, his eyes closing slightly as a cheshire cat smile appeared on his lips.

“Ok. Tae… since you are my soulmate…I won’t lie to you. I’m telling.” You both froze in place, your hand quickly reaching your boyfriend’s to brace yourself for what was to come.

“However, I’ll give you guys some advantage…Are you ok with that y/n noona?” Now he was looking at you directly. That punk.

“What’s the advantage, Jimin-ie?” You asked a bit afraid of his little games.

Tae squeezed your hand a bit, reassuring you that everything would be fine.

“I’ll give you guys 3 hours before I let everyone know you are gone.”

You both checked your phones. The time read 3:00AM.

You had already wasted way too much time trying to get out of this dumb house, there was no other option but to take his offer.

“Fine.” You muttered under your breath.

“I’m sorry, what was that noona?”

“I said that’s fine.” The uber was already outside, the driver had texted you while you dealt with this situation and you quickly answered you were going to be right there.

“Well the clock is ticking…tick-tock, Tae Tae and y/n.” He said giggling, as he returned to his spot on the sofa and back to his book.

You quickly pulled Tae by the hand and intertwined your fingers.

“Next time I see that miniature of a human, I’m glazing his donuts with mayo.” You murmured.

“What was that babe?”

“Nothing, get running the uber is here.”

The exit from the house and the gates were seamless. You ran to the uber and apologized to the driver for wasting his time as you headed towards the airport.

Check-in at the airport was smooth and so was boarding.

The time on your phone showed.

5:00AM

All was going as planned and you could not be happier.

Once you arrived at your destination. You felt safer. A whole country separating you guys from the rest of your friends.

Quickly catching a taxi to the bus terminal, you remembered why you wanted to bring Tae to that place. It was a secluded set of islands you had once seen online. They promised peace, quiet and privacy, while still having the basic needs nearby and there was little to no risk of other people finding you, AKA the rest of Bangtan.

You bought your tickets for the bus and once you were called for boarding, you were once again sitting in comfortable seats, resting your legs.

The drive was nearly 5 hours, however the gift that you received the moment you arrived, was worth all the troubles taken to get there.

The time was now

2:00PM

Several small buildings decorated the end of the land portion and where land ceased to exist, docks connected it to the sea. All buildings had different colors that created a friendly atmosphere for tourists.

You could see several speedboats coming and going, bringing people from the different islands that could be seen in the horizon.

“Y/n...” That was the reaction you were hoping to get. His eyes so shiny and wide, full of wonder.

“Beautiful, right?”

You walked hand in hand towards the building suggested by the bus driver and purchased tickets for the speedboats that would take you to your designated island, which was apparently named Dragon island and was one of the largest locations.

The speedboats were larger than you thought. Fitting at least 6 people per boat.

Chairs were built-in for a comfortable trip and a small space was created in the back for luggage to be placed.

Your baggage was soon secured and in no time, you were headed towards the little island that would be your secret lair for the next 2 weeks,

The trip was nearly 30 minutes, waves causing the journey to be a bit bumpy, but nothing you couldn’t handle.

The Island was remarkably similar to the place where the docks were located.

Colorful buildings everywhere, they ranged from restaurants, to shops and bars and the owners seemed to live on the top part of the building, so cozy. The best part of it all, was you surrounded by the beautiful ocean and the golden sand under your feet as you held the hand of your bestest boy.

Now it felt like a vacation.

You were guided to a small golf cart where your backpacks were placed and ready to go.

The driver sat upfront, while you and Tae sat in the back.

The warm breeze felt so nice on your skin and you watched little kids run around and other tourists stroll the streets.

Beside you, Taehyung took pictures of everything that went by him. The sky, the people, the food stands, other golf carts, you.

“Do you know how much I love you right now?!” He was so excited, he wouldn’t stay put, causing the driver to chuckle a bit.

“Is that what it takes to make you love me more? Do you wanna go to the Bahamas next year?” You laughed and so did the driver once more.

“Is it your first time here?”

“Yes!” You both replied excited.

The man ended up being very helpful, giving you suggestions on places to visit, food to taste and even the best places where to take amazing pictures.

Kim Taehyung was stoked!

“Thank you very much Sir!”

“You are very welcome! Enjoy your stay!”

Now finally in your villa and ready for a day of relaxation after so much traveling.

3:00PM

You and Tae swiftly changed and headed for the water while Yeontan stayed in the villa.

The water was warm, helping you relax even further.

Your boyfriend took this time to do what he had been missing for so long. Being as lovey-dovey as possible.

He wrapped your legs around him and swam aimlessly as he carried you, he gave you ‘exfoliating’ massages with sand, he intertwined your fingers together to pull you closer when you went too far away from him and he kissed you softly for hours whispering sweet nothings in your ears.

“I love you…I love you so much.” He said between kisses as he placed your arms around his neck.

“I love you too…more than you know.”

The first night had been a success. You had a 5-course gourmet meal arranged for you at the villa and accompanied it with fruit punch, because that’s what you and Tae liked.

7:00PM

The morning after was still filled with bliss. Your boyfriend cuddling you as if you were going to escape, but you never complained. In fact, you liked it when he clinged to you in his sleep.

You stretched over him in bed to check for the time on your phone.

10:00AM

“Tae…Baby…Wake up. We should get breakfast.”

You had no rush, so you let him take his time to get out of bed. Once you were both up and ready to go, the time was closer to lunch than to breakfast.

Tae had remembered the words of the driver the day before and decided to go there for lunch, since it wasn’t very far from your villa.

1:00PM

Once in the small restaurant, you headed towards a table near the back, while Taehyung placed your orders.

He returned faster that you had expected.

“They only had pineapple or orange?”

“Pineapple please.”

He went back to finish placing the order and returned to the table you had chosen.

You both enjoyed your food as you talked about the activities you wanted to do for the rest of the day.

Now with a plan set and a small list in mind, you stand and get ready to head out of the establishment, however in your carelessness, you had hit someone with the door.

“Oh my gosh! I am so sorry; I didn’t mean t-” You began to apologize.

2:00PM

“That’s ok Noona. We’ve been looking for you.” You know that voice.

“Jungkook?!” Tae just had to confirm it.

“If he’s here then-”

“Has no one ever told you, you should turn of your GPS, Y/n Noona?”

You turned around slowly, fire in your eyes.

“I’ll give you 10 seconds Park Jimin…10…9…”

“Why are you guys even here?” Tae asked addressing Jungkook.

“Hyung said it would be fun to make noona miserable and that 2 o’clock would be the perfect timing…”

“Why though-” The rest of Taehyung’s question is cut short as you returned fuming.

“The rest of our friends are also here!” And like magic they all started appearing from behind her.

“Surprise!”

“I hate 2:00 O’clock!”

#btsboulangerie #bangtanscenery #btsghostie #btsnoonanet #hobicomeholla29 #taehyung x reader #taehyung x woc #bts x woc

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chimaeracabra · 4 years ago

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I am having some trouble focusing right now. I wanna do this assignment that is due next Tuesday so I can ask my professor questions about it during class tomorrow. I feel sad about my loved ones. Neither of my sisters are happy, and Nick is struggling. He called me almost three hours ago. It was the first I've heard from him since he went into the ED on Monday night. He sounded really out of it. He is somewhere safer than where I worked when I was in psychiatric care, which I'm glad for. He also said they let you keep your cell phone on the unit where he is. He told me that today he had images of skinning himself. I can't imagine what it's like to have these constant and sudden malevolent thoughts of self-harm 24/7. I wish he had never had TBI as a teen (he was mugged twice). Perhaps he wouldn't be having this problem now. He told me he saw the psychiatrist for the first time today and they recommended therapy. He has expressed before that he doesn't like therapy and doesn't really want to do it, unless it's CBT or DBT (he recently bought a bunch of psych books and a book about healthy coping skills. I wish he had brought that one with him to the hospital). I think he is preventing himself from even having a chance of improvement with his automatic negative thoughts. So, I hope when he gets out of the hospital, he will actually do therapy and stick with it. A few weeks ago, I felt like something bad was going to happen. I knew it was just a matter of time...

I have been having insomnia for a few days now. Probably because I am just worried about Nick and I'm worried about my twin. Fitbit says I slept for 4 hours and 54 minutes last night. And that was with Benadryl. Maybe tonight I will take Benadryl and my trazodone. I don't really like trazodone too much. I think it increases my chances of having an episode of sleep paralysis, which I really don't enjoy. But I seriously think some of the reason I constantly have so much foot pain is because I don't sleep at a normal hour, or long enough for my body to experience restorative sleep.

I woke up around 8:40AM today and was going to go straight to the gym but felt like crap, so I went back to sleep until 10:46AM. I would love to be on a schedule where I am asleep no later than 12:30AM and waking up around 8:30AM. I have been needing to reset my biological clock basically since I was in high school. Some days it is far worse. For a while, 2AM was my regular bedtime, but I am finding myself awake at 4:30AM, sometimes longer than that. Tuesday, I logged 3 hours and 44 minutes of sleep from 2:02-10:22am. Fuck all.

This morning, the gynecologist who inserted my first IUD back in January called me back about the ultrasound I had on Friday. Apparently, I have a 0.9cm polyp in my uterus that the IUD may be rubbing against. And she said that probably explains the breakthrough bleeding I sometimes have. I am annoyed as FUCK about it, because now I have to go in for her to take out my second IUD and biopsy the friggen polyp to try and remove it all. And if she can't get it all blind in the office with me on painkillers, I might require surgery. I'm a little worried, but she said she does not think it's cancerous. She also said my IUD is tilted somewhat diagonally, so I should use condoms until we can sort this shit out.

I'll be really upset if I can't use this form of birth control. If the copper IUD is in the right place, it's at least 99% effective. Nick and I can't stand how expensive our favorite condoms are (I cannot fuckin' do latex because it burns me), and I was looking forward to never having to worry about condoms.

The only thing I have done today that has made me happy so far was work out. I finally got back in my gym. Now that I'm a few weeks out from full vaccination, I feel a little less worried about contracting COVID-19. I only ran for about 23 minutes. First I did weights. I did the pull-down machine I like. I was pleasantly surprised to see that I can still pull down more than half my weight. I have been doing at-home strength training 3-5 days a week with all my dumb bells. I want to get my middle skinnier again, like it was about 3-4 years ago when I was running a shit ton. But I also don't want to lose my ass. I really see and feel how I have put muscle mass onto my butt, hips, and legs in general. I did my ankle weights after I came home.

I need to try and do at least some work. Then I want to write a story and I will try to have Benadryl and traz tonight and sleep before it's 2AM.

My mom is going on a date on the weekend, and I will finally be able to join her to go to NH to look at a place for my twin to stay during her residency. I also plan to make a batch of basil soap so I can send more to my mentor and my friends. Which reminds me, my dear friend Rueben is getting married soon. I got the formal invitation in the mail today. I was there when he met his fiancée (Rue and I were at the Museum of Fine Arts for an event, just trying to be social, and they struck up a conversation). I'm genuinely happy for him. We don't talk much these days, but he has been such a good friend to me over the past 7 or so years.

I hold the people I care about in such high esteem, and close to my heart. I just want everyone I love to be happy. The past 6 months with Nick have been some of the absolute happiest of my life so far. I hope that things can just keep getting better from here on out...

#personal #worried #medical problems #copper IUD #Paragard

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twisted-fandoms · 5 years ago

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Believe me

[12:01 am]

The space was eerily cold as I let my hand lazily pat the spot next to me. Chan told me that he would only be an hour at the studio, but that was 4 hours ago. A sigh escapes my lips as I lift my head off the pillow, vaguely making out the other sleeping bodies that shared the same room. I never really got anytime to spend with Chan, only when he had brief days off, I would come over to the boy's dorm and spend time with them; making them dinner, watching movies, playing games, and most of all, seeing the person I miss the most; Bang Chan.

I let myself untangle my legs from the hold of the wadded up bedsheets, quietly inching myself off Chan's bed, careful not to wake the other boys. I grab a sweatshirt off of Chan's desk chair, slipping it over my head as I soundlessly make my way out of the room.

I walk into the living room, the tv in the background quietly played an episode of a random drama, the boy on the couch not paying attention to it as he has his head nestled into a pillow as his back rises softly up and down, indicating he was asleep.

I tiptoe to the front entrance, making more noise as I should as I clumsily slip on my sneakers, the boy on the couch rises from the dead, a look of confusion on his face,

"What are you doing?" Hyunjin groggily says, wiping his face with the back of his hand, "Where are you going?"

I sigh as I struggle to slip the back of my sneaker on,

"Saving Bang Chan."

Hyunjin sighs in disbelief, setting himself up on the couch, crossing his legs as he shakes his head, "He's not home yet, is he?"

I laugh slightly to myself, "What a foolish question."

Hyunjin laughs as well, peeling his body off of the leather couch, "Yeah, that was a stupid question."

He makes his way to his bedroom door, scuffing his feet as he ruffles a hand through his hair, "Please get him and get home, you both should be in bed."

I smile as I see Hyunjin turn around to face me, eyes barely open as he stands there, swaying slightly back and forth.

I reach for the doorknob behind me, opening it slightly, "So should you, go to bed you goof."

Hyunjin laughs as he salutes to me, turning on his heels and disappearing into his bedroom.

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I turn the corner of the dimly lit hallway, not a soul in sight because, well, any normal person would be home right now. I reach the door of Chan's studio room, turning the knob silently as I crack open the door, letting my head peak inside.

The sight isn't unfamiliar. Chan's head was placed on top of his arms on his desk, a pair of red headphones lazily placed on his ears as a slight sound of music drifts from the speaker of the left side of the headphone that wasn't even on his ear anymore. Even though the sight should annoy me, my heart started to ache for him.

"Oh, Channie." I pause the music on his computer as I gently take off his headphones and set them on the desk next to him. My lips form a pout as he did not flinch a bit.

"Honey," I place a hand on his back, running it up and down as I place soft kisses on the back of his exposed neck.

He stirs a bit, and then shooting up from his spot in his chair, knocking me square in the jaw with the back of his head.

"Ow, ow, ow!" My feet trip over themselves as my back comes in contact with the orange wall behind me, my hands coming up to rub my tender chin.

Chan turns around, his brown curls disheveled on top of his head, his eyes puffed with sleep, "Babe, wha-" Chan hurries toward me, his pale hand coming out of the sleeve of his black hoodie, taking mine that was placed on my chin.

He takes my hand away, replacing it with his as he rubs the red spot tenderly with the pad of his thumb, chuckling as he raises my head up to level with his eyes.

"What are you doing silly? Scaring me like that, jesus."

I feel a pout form on my lips, "Chan, you almost broke my chin with your dense ass head." I huff out.

Chan laughs, sending a kiss on the top of the fading red mark on my chin, and then engulfing me in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry, honey. I wasn't expecting such an awaking like that. What time is it anyways?" He looks down at his phone screen, it now reading 12:40am. Chan's mouth gapes open, an exhale of air releases from his lungs, "Shit, I'm so sorry. I know I said an hour but I got so carried away and we are on a time crunch right now and I didn't realize I fell aslee-"

I stop his rambling as my hands come to each side of his face bringing him down to my level as I kiss him, Chan sighing into my lips as he wraps his arms around my lower back.

We part slightly, Chan's forehead resting on my own, a small sigh escapes his lips, the air from his exhale ghosts over my bottom lip, "I'm- I'm sorry," he huffs, "I-I just want to be the best I can be, be the best producer I can be, and most importantly," Chan brings up one of his hands that were set on the small of my back up to my cheek, caressing it as his thumb swipes gently over my cheekbone, his eyes burning into mine, "The best boyfriend I can be, I'm trying so hard to balance things out and I'm sorry I'm not successful in doing that."

I see Chan's jaw tense in the corner of my eye, his eyes shutting momentarily. My heart breaks for him, he always gives himself a hard time, never giving himself a break.

"Hey," I state, bringing up my hand and placing it on his cheek, "You are the best boyfriend, producer, influencer, and overall the best person you could ever be. Believe me, Chan. Don't give yourself a hard time. I will always be here for you, STAYs will always be there for you, and the boys will be there for you. Everything is coming together smoothly, and STAYs will love whatever it is brewin up there in that creative mind of yours." I laugh, poking the side of his head.

Chan laughs, smiling slightly, his dimples making an appearance by the corners of his mouth, "You always know how to make a guy feel better, don't you?"

I scrunch up my nose, standing on my tiptoes and placing a small kiss on the end of his nose, "I'm only telling the truth, love."

Chan smirks, taking my small hand in his bigger one, swaying it back and forth as he looks at me again, "Let's go home. My brain needs a break, and I'm in need for some cuddles," Chan pouts as he wiggles his body in a cute way, making me scrunch my face up, "You're glad you're cute." I laugh, wrapping my arm through Chan's as we exit the studio room.

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#mine #blurb #stray kids #bang chan #bang chan scenarios #bang chan soft hours #scenarios #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfiction #stray kids fanfic #hwang hyunjin #lee know #kim woojin #lee felix #seo changbin #han jisung #jeongin #kim seungmin

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